Fidget arrived in a flood of nitrous-oxide and air, laced with a heavy dose of our nervy anticipation – small, vernix-white, beautiful.
Jet eyes stared back as she settled in my trembling arms.
Staggering through a heady rush of emotion, I passed her to her weary mum.
Mum. Dad. Mum and Dad.
In the calm wake of frenetic labour, certainty etched its truth on our future: we had added to the reality of us two.
Small fingers flexing, Fidget lay serene in warm loving arms.
Wide-eyed and teary at the sight, we smiled, we cried.
So new. So perfect. So ours.